“I wonder if you’ve ever heard of Lake Natron?” Abra suddenly talked about something seemingly unrelated.

That’s somewhat familiar… Qin Ye raised a brow quizzically, but promptly invited Abra to continue speaking.

“River Styx… Travelers around the world refer to Lake Natron as Tanzania’s River Styx. On this red lake, you’ll see carcasses of birds drifting about. However, these are unlike any others which you might have seen before. Most would appear in as good a condition as when they were alive. Heck, some even appear to be preening themselves. But the one thing that is certain is that these corpses are no more than decaying empty shells of what they used to contain. There are countless photographs of such otherworldly sights and sounds at Lake Natron on the internet. You can take a look for yourself.”

Qin Ye nodded slightly. Having lived for so long, he would’ve heard a thing or two about such uncommon occurrences. Even though the name Lake Natron didn’t quite ring a bell, he had most certainly heard about the phenomenon spoken of.

The crimson waters of the lake were covered with drifting birds. Upon closer inspection, one would be able to tell that these were all corpses!

The flesh within would already be rotting and decomposing, and some were even...